And in the world a heart of darkness, a firezone, where poets speak their hearts then bleed for it. Jara sang, his song a weapon, in the hands of love. You know his blood still cries from the ground. It runs like a river to the sea. We run like a river runs to the sea.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 800 | 2012-05-21 06:14:30 | 63.77 | 97% |
| 28 | 2008-12-23 08:49:03 | 50.70 |